Another Chapter and a Job?

Woot! Just sent the last of Chapter Five of Parvus Obitus to Beta!Beck. With any luck I'll be posting it tomorrow. 10 pages typed on the computer.

I think one last chapter, sort of an epilogue, and the whole story is done.

On other news, DH came home.

I'm on day thirteen of the headache of doom. Had to stay home from work today as the pain got so bad we had to drag out the Barf Bowltm.

My mother called at ten thirty this evening to let me know that the place I used to work at for eight years had a job opening in the customer service department. The pay is ten thousand more a year than I'm making now.

Pros
It's ten thousand more a year.
I'd have more time to write, as I'd have no social life due to living with my parents.
It's also not the job I currently have.

Cons
It's very similar to the job I currently have.
I'd have to live with my parents until DH found a job in the same area and we could find a house.
The application is due by Friday and I live several hours away.
I'd be moving away from all my friends.

I'll be sleeping on the matter.

Another Chapter and a Job?

Woot! Just sent the last of Chapter Five of Parvus Obitus to Beta!Beck. With any luck I'll be posting it tomorrow. 10 pages typed on the computer.

I think one last chapter, sort of an epilogue, and the whole story is done.

On other news, DH came home.

I'm on day thirteen of the headache of doom. Had to stay home from work today as the pain got so bad we had to drag out the Barf Bowltm.

My mother called at ten thirty this evening to let me know that the place I used to work at for eight years had a job opening in the customer service department. The pay is ten thousand more a year than I'm making now.

Pros
It's ten thousand more a year.
I'd have more time to write, as I'd have no social life due to living with my parents.
It's also not the job I currently have.

Cons
It's very similar to the job I currently have.
I'd have to live with my parents until DH found a job in the same area and we could find a house.
The application is due by Friday and I live several hours away.
I'd be moving away from all my friends.

I'll be sleeping on the matter.

Parvus Obitus: Part Five is Done

Got the edited version back this morning and posted it as soon as I got home this evening.

You can find it here at
AFF

or here at
LnLS

Now what do I do with myself?

Parvus Obitus: Part Five is Done

Got the edited version back this morning and posted it as soon as I got home this evening.

You can find it here at
AFF

or here at
LnLS

Now what do I do with myself?

Stoopid Doctors... Stoopid Mono(?)

I hate doctor visits. I really do.

First of all, they always ask the same question no matter what the ailment. "I have a cough." "Are you pregnant?" "I fell down the stairs and sprained my ankle." "Are you pregnant?" "I was attacked by a gigantic eight-legged arachnid that attempted to eat my head." "Are you pregnant?"

And they never take your word for it, either. Today was another example. "I have a migraine that will not go away."

"You may be pregnant."

Somehow I missed that particular symptom of pregnancy, silly me. I assured the doctor that I was not pregnant. "Are you sure? Because it sounds like you could be. We should check."

Now, given that I would like to have a child or two sometime in the future and that I have also been told that due certain female issues I may be infertile, I think it's particularly cruel of my doctor to insist on getting my hopes up. For a solid two minutes she had me convinced that I might actually be pregnant. Of course, the test came out negative.

Then the blood work began. I hate needles. I really, really hate needles.

Then it was time for the x-rays.

What did we learn? White blood cell count up. Viral and Bacterial counts up (confused her with that one).

Possibly Mono. (?)

How could I get Mono? DH and I exchanged startled looks.

Results from all the tests that are going to cost me an arm and a leg (including the aforementioned and completely unnecessary pregnancy test) will be ready tomorrow.

Goody.

Stoopid Doctors... Stoopid Mono(?)

I hate doctor visits. I really do.

First of all, they always ask the same question no matter what the ailment. "I have a cough." "Are you pregnant?" "I fell down the stairs and sprained my ankle." "Are you pregnant?" "I was attacked by a gigantic eight-legged arachnid that attempted to eat my head." "Are you pregnant?"

And they never take your word for it, either. Today was another example. "I have a migraine that will not go away."

"You may be pregnant."

Somehow I missed that particular symptom of pregnancy, silly me. I assured the doctor that I was not pregnant. "Are you sure? Because it sounds like you could be. We should check."

Now, given that I would like to have a child or two sometime in the future and that I have also been told that due certain female issues I may be infertile, I think it's particularly cruel of my doctor to insist on getting my hopes up. For a solid two minutes she had me convinced that I might actually be pregnant. Of course, the test came out negative.

Then the blood work began. I hate needles. I really, really hate needles.

Then it was time for the x-rays.

What did we learn? White blood cell count up. Viral and Bacterial counts up (confused her with that one).

Possibly Mono. (?)

How could I get Mono? DH and I exchanged startled looks.

Results from all the tests that are going to cost me an arm and a leg (including the aforementioned and completely unnecessary pregnancy test) will be ready tomorrow.

Goody.